Cameron Gove Bojo Osborne: #BullingdonClub & #NottingHillSet

Wikispooks Notting Hill Set



David Cameron, Prime Minister
George Osborne, Chancellor of the Exchequer
Michael Gove, Lord Chancellor and Secretary of State for Justice
Ed Vaizey, Minister for Culture, Communications and Creative Industries
Nicholas Boles, Minister of State for Skills and Equalities
Steve Hilton, Director of Strategy at Conservative Campaign Headquarters
Rachel Whetstone, Hilton’s wife and head of Google’s Europe division
Edward Llewellyn, Downing Street Chief of Staff
Catherine Fall, Cameron’s Deputy Chief of Staff

Wikispooks Bullingdon Club




The club has attracted controversy, due to former members now being part of the British political establishment. These include the current Prime Minister David Cameron, Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne and former Mayor of London Boris Johnson.

A photograph of the club taken in 1992 depicted members George Osborne, Nathaniel Philip Rothschild, David Cameron’s cousin Harry Mount and Ocado founder Jason Gissing.[35] In the Mail on Sunday, Peter Hitchens claimed that the photograph had been doctored, and that it appears that people have been removed from it.[34][36]
In 2013 a new photograph emerged of club members flying by private jet to a hunting expedition in South Africa. The photograph is believed to have been taken in 2011 or 2012. Pictured in the photograph are Hon. Michael Marks, Cassius Marcellus Cornelius Clay, Nicholas Green, Timothy Aldersly, Charles Clegg, Alick Dru and Hon. George Farmer – the son of senior treasurer of the Conservative Party, Michael Farmer.[10]








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Who are the Notting Hill Set?

Simon Jenkins: The Notting Hill set is dead but the hood lives on

The roots of the PM’s rivals, both Miliband and Johnson, are in Primrose Hill. So do such tribes tell us anything?
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Where do you stand in the set wars? Are you Notting Hill or Primrose Hill? Last month, on returning from yet another of his foreign jaunts, David Cameron taunted the Opposition leader, Ed Miliband, for staying so close to home. Indeed he jeered, “he barely gets out of Islington”.

Never hold a man’s territory against him but, above all, never get it wrong. Islington was Tony Blair. It was New Labour and Granita, politics with a sense of houmus. Miliband’s roots are quite different. He grew up in Primrose Hill, though he now lives in Dartmouth Park. NW1 may be below the salt when seen from the heights of Cameron’s W11. It has a dodgy N in its postcode. But a politician should never look down on the homeland of those he clearly regards as beneath him.

Was it perhaps that Cameron has a mental blockage about Primrose Hill? After all, this was the soil that bred not one but two of his tormenters, the clans of Miliband and Johnson. As children, Boris and Ed must have feuded like Montagues and Capulets the length and breadth of Chalcot Road. Primrose Hill primary was their Hogwarts, the Regent’s Canal their Tiber foaming blood. Even now Cameron is planning to drive his HS2 past the back doors of father Stanley J and brother David M. Primrose Hill must be planning a terrible revenge.

Notting Hill is not what it was in the days of Richard Curtis and Hugh Grant, of blue doors and second-hand books. Back then it was ideal for the déclassé Tory modernisers, for the Camerons, the Osbornes, the Goves and their friends in marketing and money. It stamped them as not Westminster or Kensington. House prices carefully graded social status as they rose gently uphill along the spine of Ladbroke Grove, as if this were Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Lofty Italianate stucco was the ideal container for the “two-children-plus-one-to-show-off” of the thrusting Tory couple. And the streets could allow two Chelsea tractors to pass.

Today the surviving yummy mummies still lunch at Daylesford and slum it on Portobello, but they are leaving in their wake a retail wasteland of antiques and frock shops. The enclave is awash in hedgies and two-storey basements, with high-octane American accents and Filipinos queuing at bus-stops. The residents’ parking bays empty at weekends.

Cameron’s political cabal remains cohesive around himself. He is loyal to friends to a fault. But if they meet nowadays it is at Chequers, or further up the M40 in the “neo-Cotswolds” of north Oxfordshire. The Notting Hill set has moved on. Its beige first turned blue and is now going grey.

By contrast, Primrose Hill still wears the primary colours of socialism, sex and celebrity. It has harboured too many sets to list (a new local history by Martin Sheppard at least has a try). In the Sixties its house prices were proudly reflected in the NW1 cartoons of Mark Boxer and Michael Frayn’s Stringalongs. Regent’s Park Road echoed to the clatter of typewriters, from Alan Bennett, Jonathan Miller, Fay Weldon and the Amises.

In time, these literary luminaries gave way to the turbulent fin-de-siècle culture of David Bailey and Robert Plant, followed by Oasis, Blur, Kate Moss, Jude Law and Sienna Miller. They swapped partners and houses so fast it drove the “P-Hill paparazzi” into a frenzy.

As for Primrose Hill’s politicians, the idea of a “set” was a contradiction in terms. I lived in Primrose Hill for many years and knew it to be largely Left-wing, in the sense that Notting Hill was largely Right-wing, a characterisation confirmed by local election returns. I had only to compare a Chalcot Square fête with a Portobello charity one. But I cannot pretend you could peep into a Miliband or a Johnson front parlour and see power in earnest conclave. British politicians rarely consort on the basis of domestic proximity — or if they do it is in the privacy of a weekend retreat.

The nature of Notting Hill’s property market makes it an implausible location for a set. The housing stock does not translate into the post-servant age. The grand houses of the 1850s were mostly broken up into flats. Where they were restored as single units it could only be as palaces for the very rich.

In contrast, Primrose Hill is on a domestic scale. Its smaller terraced houses have survived mostly intact as family homes. The streets retain a neighbourhood vitality that is fast leaving Notting Hill. The latter’s tourist-packed thoroughfares weave through dormitory roads that empty at weekends.

Notting Hill has had its glory. Its epitaph will lie not in the disintegration of coalitions or the flight of its inhabitants to Cotswold retirement. It was in Chesterton’s Napoleon of Notting Hill, a satire on the balkanisation of London in the early 1900s. “So has the soul of Notting Hill gone forth and made men realise what is like to live in a city … There will never by anything quite like it to the crack of doom.” So declared its king after Notting Hill’s final defeat by the armies of West Kensington.

The truth is that London is not a geography of “sets”. Its networks do not occupy land or colonise enclaves. The metropolis is their oyster. Those seeking insights into the make-up of a Boris Johnson or an Ed Miliband, let alone a Cameron or an Osborne, should look elsewhere than in the social chemistry of a London neighbourhood.

The transient residents of Notting Hill, Islington and Primrose Hill can dust these places with a little glamour and trade mild insults. It will do for a gossip column. But history will see such people as carpet-baggers. It is the streets themselves that matter. It is they that will survive. source

Cameron’s cronies: The Bullingdon Club’s class of ’87


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